I am in Water Margin, I, Ximen Qing, stir-fry Pan Jinlian

"My lord, you must not frighten me!"

Po Wang's dry and sharp voice rang in Ximen Qing's ears, like a sharp knife, instantly cutting him out of his confused fantasy.

Ximen Qing's thoughts slowly returned, and then he realized He was still sitting at the wooden table in Wang Po's teahouse.

His eyes crossed the table and fell on Wang Po's face opposite. The wrinkled face was filled with surprise at the moment.

Ximen Qing's heart was full of doubts. Her brows were furrowed and she fell into deep contemplation.

Wang Po suppressed her smile and said to Ximen Qing:"Sir, how are you thinking about it? Why don't you let me, the old woman, invite the Wu family's wife to come over and let's all get together?"

Ximen Qing's body seemed to be lit with a fire, and the flame of desire was burning, but he did not completely lose his mind.

He knew that these two days were Wu Dalang's wake days, and it was really unreasonable to have a tryst with Pan Jinlian at this time. It was inappropriate.

So he pressed Wang Po's hand and signaled her not to act in a hurry, and then said to her:"Go and tell Pan Jinlian that I will meet her again on the third day after Wu Dalang's cremation." meeting."

After Ximen Qing told Po Wang and gave her a piece of silver as reward, he hurried out of the tea house and walked farther and farther along the purple stone streets.

Po Wang watched Ximen Qing's back disappear at the corner of the street. Immediately afterwards, she walked lightly to the door of Wu Dalang's house.

She leaned close to Pan Jinlian's ear and whispered a few words, which made Pan Jinlian blush, her heart beat faster, and she became unsteady.

As Ximen Qing moved away from Zi On Stone Street, the chanting sounds of the two young monks gradually faded out of his ears, and the suppressed desire in his heart spread again like weeds.

He thought, as an aspiring young man who came from time to time, he worked so hard on his first day. It's time to relax and experience the luxurious life of the rich during the Song Dynasty.

Ximen Qing was about to take a step towards his mansion, but suddenly stopped.

Since his wife passed away, there is only one person named Li Jiaojiao left in the mansion. Concubine.

As a young man with a memory beyond his times, he felt that he might go to Liu Piaopiao's place on West Street tonight, immerse himself in the sweet singing of that woman, and find some comfort.

Liu Piaopiao, eighteen years old, has a beautiful figure Petite, with a peerless appearance, she is proficient in all kinds of musical instruments, and is especially good at singing slow songs.

She lives in a villa on the West Street of Yanggu County, which is where Ximen Qingjin House hides her beauty. She was originally a busker who wandered around the world, following her mother Traveling around various places, they made a living through art.

Last year, their mother and daughter passed through Yanggu County. Unfortunately, their mother died of illness, leaving her alone in this world.

Out of sympathy and covetous for her beauty, Ximen Qing funded her mother's funeral. , and took her under his wings.

Liu Piaopiao's cherry-like mouth and oriole-like singing echoed in Ximen Qing's mind, and he was so horny that he couldn't control himself.

Can he still hear that melodious song tonight? The sound of the flute?

When he walked to West Street and passed a medicine shop, he asked the waiter to go back to his house and tell him that there was no need to wait tonight. If anyone came to visit tomorrow, he could ask him to wait in his house.

In Ximen Qing's courtyard , Liu Piaopiao was dressed up, holding the pipa in her arms, sitting alone by the window on the second floor, looking in the direction of Ximen Qing's mansion with blurred eyes, and playing the strings unconsciously with her fingers.

She was watching here day after day, but Ximen Qing was nowhere to be seen, and her heart was full of doubts and disappointment.

She also sent a maid to inquire, and learned that Ximen Qing seemed to have fallen in love with a married woman recently.

Could it be that that woman was really so charming that Ximen Qing was attracted to her? So fond of her that she forgot about her gentle hometown?

Liu Piaopiao was wandering in a place where her thoughts had no trace. Suddenly, a familiar figure broke into her sight. It was the official she had longed for. Ximen Qing!

Her heart skipped a beat, she hurriedly adjusted her makeup, raised her voice a bit, and ordered the maid to prepare all kinds of wine, delicacies and fresh fruits downstairs.

She couldn't wait to walk down the stairs quickly, to greet her distinguished guests.

Ximen Qing's heart was on fire, and he almost rushed to Liu Piaopiao's small building.

Just as he was about to step in, Liu Piaopiao jumped in like a light bird. In his arms.

Her voice was a bit angry:"Official, why haven't you come to see the slave family for so long?"

Ximen Qing felt the warm and fragrant soft jade body in his arms, and his nose was filled with the fragrance of Liu Piaopiao. How could he hold back the desire in his heart?

He picked up the petite Liu Piaopiao and strode into the door. He turned around and kicked the door shut, then inserted the door bolt indiscriminately and kept shouting:"Little lady, little beauty, the official misses you so much!""

Ximen Qing placed her on the table in the hall.

The two plates of snacks on the table fell to the ground, and the exquisite fresh fruits rolled down one after another and scattered on the floor of the hall. In the passage connecting the hall and the kitchen, Liu Piaopiao's maid Holding a pot of hot tea, she stood blankly by the door, looking at Ximen Qing and Liu Piaopiao who were entangled together. She was shocked by the sudden sight before her.